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…corously spoon upona seat. But they must not get letters, be amused, This is the penalty one pays for rank Or do a thing they want to do till Monday; And fortune ! Ah, my Lola, I am dying Whence comes the universally-diffused And mad — or would God play me such a prank And steady popularity of Sunday. As to dictate such verse while you are crying? And yet I grumble ! avy other day Let me too weep, weep on! weep out my soul, I might receive a message from my Lola : Weep till the world of sense was wept away ” The siege is raised. Meet me as usua…
1909 · PDF PAGE 58
…o speak the fatal word That might inweave our two-ply with a third ! IX Wherefore again in sexless sanctity The mighty lingam rears its stilled sublime; The mighty yoni spreads its chastity Against the assaulting gods of space and time. Rather be Phoedra than Semiramis | I will deny you, though you doom to dare To abdicate, and risk the spirit kiss In the embraces of the wanton air. Why should we cast our crowns to gods unborn ? Why yield our bleeding garlands till the hour When to ourselves we seem a shame and scorn And seek some craft to span…
1909 · PDF PAGE 27
…ribble amiss These lines, not thinking — save of your last kiss! XI So Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! peals, And Lola! Lola! Lola! echoes back, Till Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! reels The world in a dance of woven white and black Shimmering with clear gold greys as hell resounds With Lola! Lola! Lola! and heaven responds With Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! — swounds All light to clustered dazzling diamonds, And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! rings Ever and again on these inchaunted ears, And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! swings My soul across to those inchaunted spheres Where…
1909 · PDF PAGE 19
… shrine Of love whose godhead dwells upon your mouth Wherein the kisses clustering overflow With brimming ardour of the new sin’s growth Till round us all the poisonous blossoms blow, And all the cruel things and hideous forms Of night awake and revel in our revel, While in us rage the devastating storms Whose dam is Luxury and their sire the devil... It is well seen, however things intend, The Gods have given for this — no happy end. XI Crown me with poppy and hibiscus! crown These brows with nightshade, monkshood and vervain! Let us anoint us…
1909 · PDF PAGE 17
…d hot hisses match mine own? As here your ardours brand me bone and marrow Biting like fire and poison in my veins, Shall you not there still ply your nameless harrow, Mingle a cup from those our common pains To intoxicate us with an extreme pleasure Keener than life’s, more dolorous than death’s Till these infernal blisses pass the measure Of heaven’s imagined by the tremulous breaths Ot silly saints and silly sinners, swaying From scraps of blasphemy to scraps of praying?
1909 · PDF PAGE 47
…ome Into my flesh, their poisonous frenzy mated With this delirious anguish, bitter foam Of storm on some innavigable sea. Whip, whip me till I burn! Whip on! Whip on ! Is it not madness that you wake in me? Is not this curse the devil’s orison? Ah, devil! devil! when you grip me and glare Into mine eyes, and answer all the prayer! Il A virgin with the lusts of Messaline, A goat-soul in the body of a saint, You writhe on me with cruel and epicene Phrenzy and agony of acute restraint. You ache — you burn — you dizzy me with blows — You call me c…
1909 · PDF PAGE 16
…me Such loathing, such despair are little things. We are afloat on the flood-tide of lust — A lust more spiritual than life, that stings Till death and hell dissolve i’ the aftergust. So? But the Gods avert their faces, bend Their holy brows, and see — no-happy end.
1909 · PDF PAGE 33
…feel My kisses on your mouth like living coals, And piercing like an arrow of barbéd stecl The arcane caress that shall unite our souls. Till, when I see you next, I shall have doubt Whether your pallor be from love distressed Or from the exhaustion of the age-long bout Of love you had of me upon your breast Held hard all night, with mouths that never ceased To engorge love's single sacramental] feast.
1909 · PDF PAGE 26
…of pines, and roars for prey. Heave all his bristling flanks of barbéd iron! Fiesh thy red hunger on the bleeding day, O tanreéd night ! till from thy mother maw We wrench the lion child of wonder and awe! — 26 — IX This wine is sovereign against all complaints. This is the wine the great king-angels use To inspire the souls of sinners and of saints Unto the deeds that win the world or lose. One drop of this raised Attis from the cead ; One drop of this, and slain Osiris stirs; One drop of this; before young Horus fled Thine hosts, Typhon ! — t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 65
…: Thou sittest through the aching centuries Like the old serpent in his horror curled Ready to strike, strike home —and yet not striking Till thou hast lipped the victim to thy liking!
1909 · PDF PAGE 64
…s so strong I might have bid you die With one swift arrow from my quiver, song. Now you are over me; you hold me here; You grip my flesh till bleeding bruises start; You threaten me with — can I name the fear ? IT always knew you never had a heart. God! whoamI1? My Lola, speak tome! Tell me you love me; tell me — Lam dazed With something terrible and strange I see Even in the mouth that kissed, the lips that praised. You leer above me like a brooding fiend Waiting to leap upon a babe unweaned. — 102 — {Il Kiss me at least! We always were good f…